‘I just thought you might want to know, you know, to make sure your windows and curtains were closed.’ David suggested. Another silence persisted... until finally, I burst out laughing. It was the only thing I could do. A million thoughts and visions went racing through my mind, he can see, what was I doing, sleeping, masturbating, oh my god, I was masturbating, and yelling out, and screaming, and writhing around, and masturbating….was my curtain open? My window? Where the hell is his house? How. It felt natural for us to follow dinner with a couple of drinks in the lounge, where the conversation became even more suggestive. I know I’m married, but she turned me on. I really fancied her. I thought she might fancy me too. I wondered where this might lead.When the conversation eventually paused, she looked at me, thoughtfully.“So, what do you have planned for the rest of the evening?” she asked.“Well, I know what I should be doing,” I replied, hesitating a moment before deciding to go for. My fingers couldn't help but rub under her bum. Wifey enjoyed it by leaning forward a bit allowing my fingers to move further under to her pussy. She was already soaked as I could feel her wetness through the leggings. My fingers now pressing against her wet warm lips. She started to let out a small moan but stopped herself by biting her lip. Owwww how I could tell she wanted it so badly. The wife decided she couldn't handle it anymore and got up. We headed back through the museum as we went. Bailey spent an hour or so examining the drawings and carvings. Bailey was drawn to one of the figurines on a pedestal against one wall.The figurine had one leg up, possibly showing dance movement. The left arm was bent and the right arm missing. The top of the figurine's head looked like a fin. This represents either a fish or shark; Bailey thought. The mouth of the figurine could be a jaguar's and with a tooth much like a shark tooth. The crescent shape of the eyes looked similar to the Olmec.